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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.