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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.