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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.