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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.