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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Move,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.