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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.