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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.