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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.