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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.