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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.