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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.