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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.