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 China and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.