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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.