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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.