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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.