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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.