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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.