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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.