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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images 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?
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.