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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.