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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.