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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.