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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.