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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.