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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.