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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Yaz,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
CMW,
PIL,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.