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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.