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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.