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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.