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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.