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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.