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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.