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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.