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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.