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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.