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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.