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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.