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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
The Names,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.