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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.