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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.