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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.