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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.