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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
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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.