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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Fall,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.