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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Excepter,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.