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 Bangladesh 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.