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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.