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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.