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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.