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 South Africa 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.