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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.