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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.