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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.