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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.