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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.