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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.