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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.