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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.