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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.