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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.