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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.