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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.