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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.