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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.