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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.