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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.