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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.