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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.