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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.