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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.