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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.