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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Faust,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.