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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Jandek,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.