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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.