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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.