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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Television,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.