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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.