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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.