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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.