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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.