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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Index,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Ten City,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.