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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Slave,
Visage,
Gong,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.