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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.