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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.