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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.