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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.