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 Mauritania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.