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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.