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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.