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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.