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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.