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 Georgia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Visage,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.