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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.