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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.