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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.