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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.