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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
MDC,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.