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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.