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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.