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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.