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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.