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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.