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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
10cc,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.