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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.