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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.