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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.