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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.