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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
CMW,
Lyres,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Skarface,
ABBA,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.