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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.