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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.