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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.