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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.