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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.