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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Suicide,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.