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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.