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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.