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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.