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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.