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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.