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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.