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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.