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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.