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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Technova,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.