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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.