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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.