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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.