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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Deakin,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.