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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.