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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.