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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.