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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
X-102,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.