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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.