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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.