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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.