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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.