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 Mexico 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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.