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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.