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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.