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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.