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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.