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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.