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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Television,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.