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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.