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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Kayak,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.