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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.