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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.