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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.