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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.