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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.