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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
UT,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.