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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.