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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.