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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Slave,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.