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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Can,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.