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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.