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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Visage,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.