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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Liliput,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.