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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
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.