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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.