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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.