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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
MC5,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.