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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
New Order,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.