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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
The Litter,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.