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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.