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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.