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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.