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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.