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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.