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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.