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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Fear,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.