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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.