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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.