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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.