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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.