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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Nico,
Wire,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.