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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.