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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.