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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.