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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.