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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Television,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.