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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.