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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.