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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.