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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.