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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Wire,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.