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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.