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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.