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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.