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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.