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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.