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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Fear,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.