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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.