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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.