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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.