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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.