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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.