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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ituana to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.