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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 United States of America to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.