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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Visage,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.