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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.