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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.