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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.