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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Smog,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.