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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.