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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.