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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.