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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.