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 Albania and from Accra.
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 Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Excepter,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.