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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.