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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.