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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.