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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.