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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.