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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.