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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.