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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.