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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Associates,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.