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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.