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 Croatia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.