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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Gong,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.