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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.