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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.