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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.