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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.