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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.