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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.