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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Monks,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.