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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.