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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.