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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Index,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.