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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.