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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Moebius,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.