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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.