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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.