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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.