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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.