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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.