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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.