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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.