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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.