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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.