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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Q65,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.