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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Deakin,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.