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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.