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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Television,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.