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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.