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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.