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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.