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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Mars,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
X-102,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Roxette,
the Association,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.