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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.