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 Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.