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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.