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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.