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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.