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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.