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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.