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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.