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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.