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 Ghana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.