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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Moody Blues 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.