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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
cv313,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.