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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.