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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.