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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.