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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Technova,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.