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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.