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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.