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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.