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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.