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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.