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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 808 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.