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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.