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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.