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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.