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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.