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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.