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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.