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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.