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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.