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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.