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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.