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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.