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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.