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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.