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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.