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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.