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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.