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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.