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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.