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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.