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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.