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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.