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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
the Slits,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.