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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.