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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.