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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Pole,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.