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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.