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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.