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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.