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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.