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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Television,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Can,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.