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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.