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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.