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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.