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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.