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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 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 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.