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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.