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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.