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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.