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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.