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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.