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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.