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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.