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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.