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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.