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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.