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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.