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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.