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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.