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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.