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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.