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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Franke,
the Swans,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.