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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.