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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
10cc,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.