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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Move,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.