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 Benin 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.