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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
DNA,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.