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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.