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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.