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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.