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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.