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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.