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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.