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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.