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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.