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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Index,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.