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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.