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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.