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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.