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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.