Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
JFA,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.