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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.