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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.