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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Wings,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.