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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.