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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.