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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.