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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Index,
Hoover,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.