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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.