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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.