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 Croatia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.