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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.