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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.