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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.