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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.