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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.