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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.