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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
UT,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.