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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.