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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.