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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Darondo,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.