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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Rekid,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.