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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Wake,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.