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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.