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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
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.