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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.