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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.