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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
UT,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.