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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
AZ,
PIL,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.