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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.