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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.