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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
UT,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.