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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.