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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.