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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.