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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.