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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.