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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.