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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.