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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Altered Images 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.