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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Techniques,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.