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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.