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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.