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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Shoche to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.