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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.