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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.