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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.