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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.