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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.