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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Can,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.