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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.