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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.