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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.