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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.