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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Crime,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.