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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.