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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.