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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Television,
Mars,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.