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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.