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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Names,
Can,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.