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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.