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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.