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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.