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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.