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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.