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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.