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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.