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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
cv313,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.