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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.