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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
cv313,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.