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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
the Germs,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.