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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Urselle,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.