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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.