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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.