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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.