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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
New Order,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.