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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.