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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.