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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Saints to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Excepter,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.