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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.