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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.