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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Magazine,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.