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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
DNA,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.