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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.