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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.