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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.