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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.