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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.