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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.