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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.