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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.