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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.