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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.