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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.