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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.