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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
The Slits,
Can,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.