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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones 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?
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.