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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.