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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.