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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Index,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.