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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.