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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.