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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.