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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.