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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.