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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.