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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.