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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.