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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.