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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.