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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
New Order,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.