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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.