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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Visage,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.