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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 ABC to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.