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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Gong,
cv313,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.