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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Cameo,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.