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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.