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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.