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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.