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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.