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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.