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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.