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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.