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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.