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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.