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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.