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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.