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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.