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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Fear,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.