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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.