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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.