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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.