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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.