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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.