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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.