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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.