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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Television,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.