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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
UT,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.