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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Blancmange,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Television,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.