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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.