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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.