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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.