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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.