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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.