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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.