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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.