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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.