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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.