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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.