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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.