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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.