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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.