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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.