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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.