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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.