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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.