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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.