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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.