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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.