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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.