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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
10cc,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.