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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.