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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
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.