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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.