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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.