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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.