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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Slits,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.