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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.