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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.