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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.