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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.